K is the Kidnapper, who stole
That little child and mother--
Shrieking, it clung around her, but
He tore them from each other.

L

L is the Lash, that brutally
He swung around its head,
Threatening that "if it cried again,
He'd whip it till 'twas dead."

M

M is the Merchant of the north,
Who buys what slaves produce--
So they are stolen, whipped and worked,
For his, and for our use.

N

N is the Negro, rambling free
In his far distant home,
Delighting 'neath the palm trees' shade
And cocoa-nut to roam.

O

O is the Orange tree, that bloomed